A draft agleam of daylight’s air
from a riverfront advances—
‘tis the chorist of my morning prayer,
in bedecked rays, which dances.
It passes a fleet of stationed rails,
over the aureate Oxlips’ trails.
It swims like whiffs of feathery hair
and through rows of dainty branches.
It sees the river, sees the bridge,
and sees the colossal mountain’s ridge,
then hastens and the churchyard meets;
the boy who’s schoolward from his home;
the confectioner’s flavorous sweets
and pollens o’er which honeybees roam.
The air then bows to my Basil’s dew;
my mother’s Saree’s rosette hue;
our temple and its valance of silk,
and the Shiva Linga’s sanctified milk;
and a poet who’s in his sweet trance
who sees these as if perceiving a dream
which engilds a timeless romance
and bears him Poetry’s Seraphim.
Author: Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with Solitude and Poetry provides him happiness.
Artist: Cyndra Galea (she/they) is in the third year of her Bachelor of Fine Art’s in Creative Writing with a minor in Professional Communications. When not found with her head in a book or three, Cyndra can be found radioactive antique hunting, fixing classic cars with her dad, drawing on her iPad, or writing and editing her manuscript. Cyndra aims to work as a structural editor when she finishes her Masters of Editing and Publishing, but also dreams of releasing novels of their own.
Editors: Bea Warren and Rory Hawkins